“Stop staring at my ass,” He asks, trying to put a pair of jeans on.
“Sorry I couldn’t help myself,” I say, still staring.
I go backto bed for a couple hours. His bed smells like him and it makes me miss him terribly. I get up slowly with a need for paracetamol and a cold glass of water.
I search Teddy’s room for some paracetamol, hoping he’s kept it in a drawer or something. I go to his beside table and look in the top drawer. There’s some pants and socks and a couple of condoms. Standard stuff for a bedroom drawer. Then I look in the bottom drawer.
There’s something not so standard, glistening amongst a variety of junk.
I pick out the metal object cautiously. The weight of it is surprising. I press a button on the handle, and a sharp blade springs out.
“What the fuck, Teddy?” I whisper to myself. My heartbeat quickens as my mind races. Why would he have a knife like this? It’s sharp and deadly looking. My hands tremble as I slowly put it back where I found it.
That isn’t that strange, right? People keep blades in their bedroom, right?. It doesn’t mean anything.
But what if it does?
My head begins to throb. I get up and head out of Teddy’s room. I see Cat cooking something in the kitchen.
“Morning sleepy head, or should I say afternoon?” she says, a small laugh coming from her.
“Hey, what you cooking?” I ask, making my way into the kitchen. I decide not to mention the switch blade in Teddy’s drawer. I need to wrap my own head around it first. I grab a glass from the cupboard and pour myself a glass of water.
“Just some poached eggs and bacon. Do you want some?” She asks, looking at me with a spatula in her hand.
“I would love some honestly, this hangover is kicking my ass,” I tell her which makes her laugh.
“Yeah I’m not great with hangovers either,” she mentions before grabbing the bacon and eggs from the fridge and putting some on for me.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, noticing how quiet the flat is.
“Elijah’s working and Daisy’s out with her Dad,” she says as she puts some toast on. She cracks the eggs into separate cups then pours them into boiling water.
“How come you’re not with her?” I ask, before realizing how nosy that is.
“Well, she hasn’t really been on great terms with her parents since she came out. She’s trying to rebuild the relationship so we’ll see how that goes. I’m meant to be going over for dinner next week so,” she says, turning the heat down on the eggs.
“Oh, well I hope that goes well for you guys.”
“Me too honestly,” she laughs nervously. She starts buttering some toast and puts the bacon on top.
“How do you like your eggs?” She asks, holding a metal spatula over the eggs.
“Soft please,”
“Oh, same here actually,” she says as she scoops the eggs out and puts them on top of the toast. The smell seeps into my nose and makes me salivate.
“That smells amazing Cat, thank you,” I tell her. She gives me a soft smile.
“You’re welcome,” she says, heading over to the dining room table. She grabs some forks and knives and we sit down. I notice her nails are painted black so meticulously in a way I could never pull off. Kinda like Teddy’s.
“I love your nails by the way,” I tell her, she looks at them and grins.
“Thanks man, do you ever paint yours?” She asks, cutting up the toast in front of her.
“I’m not very good at it, I used to go to someone to get them done while I was at Uni,” I tell her before biting into a forkful of food. My eyes go wide at how good it tastes.
“These are so good! Exactly what I needed right now,” I tell her, making her smile again.
